Jayson's Redemption (MF)

by Kelsie Belle

Sequel to Playing for Keeps

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Word Count: 56,047

[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]

Jayson Tacoma has sworn off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey Springs seemingly out of the blue. Soon, he finds himself struggling with his overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's redemption? 

Story Excerpt

“Dammit, son of a bitch!”

The female voice came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car. Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as the ass was.

Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her shoulders. “Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”

A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious although it was also cute as hell. “Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems to be the problem?”

The hopping ended as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience. “Ah, hi,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”

Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”

A soft chuckle erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.

“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”

“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.

“Um, I guess so,” she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”

It took him less than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.

“Looks like you might have a busted valve,” he told her.

“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”

He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face. “Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”

She nodded as he jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.

“Okay, start her up.”

She hopped behind the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.

“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”

Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in their depths.

 “Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes. “It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”

She stuck her hands into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed straight to the shop.”

“Yeah? I thought you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out sounding more like a question.

“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation. After all, he was one of those people.

He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”

She glanced down at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones. “Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”

Adult Excerpt

Without warning, he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern relentlessly.

As the kiss continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center onto her thighs.

“God, you’re spectacular,” he said softly.

The warmth of his whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.

A little whimper escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into his pelvis.

“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”

She writhed against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.

His hand traveled over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with delight.

“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”

“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated core.

“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.

“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.

“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”

“Tell me what you want, Mya.”

“Another finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.

His lips curled into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Instantly another finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release heightening in her core in an instant.

“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs. Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.

It took several seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.

“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from me?”

Mya was shaking her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms. “I want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

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A look at Book 1: Playing for Keeps

Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.

 Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love.

 But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?

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Dark Tales Diaries, 3

For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she's not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, "Dance for me" completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding "the one." Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three's Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking

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General Excerpt:

Everyone knows heartache. This seems a harsh statement, yet it is the one fundamental truth all of us have in common. We may allow religious beliefs to separate us. Fall behind the dividing wall of the social classes. Have varying shades to our skin. Maintain different political views or sexual orientations. We may see the world through diverse eyes and hail from dissimilar backgrounds. However, the one thing each and every single one of us comes to understand-to live is to know pain. There's no escaping. Whether we know the sorrow and grief of losing someone we loved dearly, the disappointments of deceit and lies, or the devastation of a broken heart, all of us, no matter who we are, will eventually become acquainted with heartache. The question then becomes; what do we do to survive?

-Tristan

I placed my favorite Mont Blanc pen atop my scribbled thoughts, and stared out the office window. The setting sun backlit the city skyline in a splash of burnt umber. In just a few hours I'd be donning my Armani tuxedo and joining my audacious sister, as well my mother who flew in from France, in order to co-host the gala marking a milestone for the company Adelle and I run. The company my late father started forty years ago. But here's the thing. While most of the New York publishing world will be in attendance, armed with their celebratory faces and platitudes of well wishes, I'll be there going through the motions-forced to appear happy.

With a heavy sigh, I rolled my leather chair back from the desk. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. Quite the opposite in fact. After the call I received earlier today from my P.I., informing me the lead on Keira's whereabouts was another dead end, all I really wanted to do was settle into my penthouse to read some of the newest submissions to Dark Tales Diaries, and drink single malt scotch until the words blurred upon the pages. This seemed the more appropriate thing to do since the date on the calendar also marked another occasion-thirteen years to the day since I last saw Keira.

I could still remember the facets sparkling in her aquamarine eyes. They were eyes so deep I could get lost within the depths of them. So sharp, they slayed me. So soft, they comforted me. Trust me when I say, I'm well aware thirteen years is a long time to be apart. Nonetheless, it seems only yesterday I was basking in her happy laughter. Tasted the sweetness of her lips. Felt her delicate body pressed firmly against mine. Heard her soft voice whispering naughty notions in my ear, and felt her warm breath gust across my skin. Yet, in other ways, every single minute of every single day of my unwanted separation from Keira has eroded at me like a slow drip of acid.

Squeezing the back of my tense neck, I wondered if perhaps I should listen to Wade, and call off any further investigation into Keira's disappearance. After all this time, how could I not consider it? Maybe my sister, Adelle, was right when she said Keira didn't want to be found and I needed to let my obsession go. Could I do that? Did I even want to give up? Or was I doomed to endlessly search for answers and an unobtainable dream?

Almost absentmindedly, I ran my fingers over the stack of mail which contained the words of so many, and plucked a pink envelope from the pile. I read the return address. Seattle, WA.

"Are you in there, Keira?"

Shaking my head, I sat the letter aside. I knew the truth. Regardless if I found the girl turned woman amongst the erotic tales of others or not, it didn't really matter. Simply because, what I was doing now, what I'd started with Dark Tales Diaries, was so much more than a possible means to finding her. It was my way of dealing with the loss-my way to survive.

Adult Excerpt from Dance for Me:

"Take off the dress."

I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon's clothing was, putting my dress there, too.

"Goddamn." The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. "Leave the panties and the heels on."

"All right."

When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.

I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand.

"Give me your other hand, too." I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. "I'm going to attach these to that chain," he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he'd said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn't sure what he did behind me, I couldn't really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. "Good?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

 Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet.

Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.

Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man.

"Perfection," he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. "Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit." After I complied, Damon's strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. "Tilt your head to the right."

As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.

Bull's-eye.

"Ooh…," I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.

"So nice and wet," he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. "Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel."

With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely.

My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed.

"Oh God." That fast he was going to make me come and come hard.

"That's it," he said, voice low and guttural. "Come for me."

I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms.

I'm not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move.

Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet.

"Press your sweet ass out for me."

A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I'd never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn't pain. Not yet.

The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.

I heard him speak four simple words.

"Dance for me, angel."

I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over.

This is what I'd been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated.

When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.

Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely. 

"Fuck," he muttered.

I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. "Aah, yes!"

I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.

He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.

About London

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The Space Wars are continuing with the next installement, Cecilia's Mate!
 To catch up you can start with Adira's Mate which is the first book in the series. After that book is Sadie's Mate.
 The third book in the series is Cecilia's Mate. I'm excited about this book because Cece is the baby brother of Bracken, the hero in Sadie's Mate.

 

Cecilia's Mate

Space Wars 3

by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Erotic Sci-Fi, BDSM

Blurb:
 Cecelia Kauller has always felt invisible. First with her family, and then with the man she knows is to one day be hers. But things are about to change, and not for the better in her mind. When Cecelia discovers she’s about to be sold off to a man her older sister plans to have as a lover it all becomes too much. She can’t take any more and runs to the only place she knows she will be safe, with her brother.
 Lieutenant Colonel Draven Ackermann has always felt out of place in life. Being a part of the Craegin Armada gave him purpose, and a sense of being. Now that he’s reached a point in his life where he can focus on more than a career, he only wants one person to fill that void. Unfortunately she happens to be his commanding officers baby sister. Although they can now finally admit who they are to one another there is still one important step both must take, telling Cecelia’s brother that they are bondmates. Not an easy conversation, but one that is necessary for the happiness of them both.
 As they settle into their new lives, and prepare for the next step of marriage, the universe decides to shake life up a little more. Draven receives news that shatters all he’s ever known, and turns his life upside down.
 Cecelia stands strong at his side, as a bondmate should, and helps Draven to regain his footing. She will always do whatever is necessary to help him as he has helped her through all the changes in her life. She can do now other, he is her love, her heart, and her every dream. He is Cecelia’s mate.

    

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  General Excerpt: 

Slowly rubbing a thumb to the scar that rode his jaw line from left ear to midway along the right side, Draven watched Bracken and his wife, Sadie. The two were deep in discussion. One that his colonel didn’t appear to be enjoying. Sharing a look with one of the lieutenants sitting nearby, he almost snorted when the younger man rolled his eyes. 

 Pretty much how he was feeling about the situation. Not that he was about to stick his nose in between those two. He liked Sadie. She was good for Bracken. For a long time he’d worried for his colleague and friend. Bracken had been so angry for much too long. But the moment Sadie had come back into his life he’d begun to calm. He still had a quick temper on him but he didn’t stay angry for very long. His wife wouldn’t let him. 

 Finally the two of them seemed to get on the same wavelength and Bracken waved him over. Shooting Sadie a wink, he faced the colonel. “So she talked you into whatever she wanted you to do, I take it.” 

 “Shut up, Draven,” Bracken muttered.

 He was taking that as a yes given Sadie’s satisfied smirk. “Yes, sir. Now, what else needs to be moved? And remember I need to be back on the ship in six hours to accept the delivery of supplies we have coming in.”

 “I know,” he said with a nod. He waved to the remaining boxes in view in the storage room. “She has a few furniture pieces in the other unit but we’ll worry about that later. We definitely don’t have time to wrestle them out of here before we leave.” Draven nodded, then signaled a couple of the others over to help him with the last of the boxes. Moving to one, Draven picked it up and took it out to the rental conveyance they had outside the storage bins. He set his box down, turned to take another, and set it in place. 

 Once it was loaded up he moved to the control panel and programmed in the address of Sadie’s ancestral home. When it acknowledged the address, he set the conveyance off with its instructions. Turning, he headed back to where the others waited. They’d be going to meet the rental soon enough.

* * * *

He glared at Sadie when she handed him another box with directions on where it needed to go. “You know you’re damn lucky I like you, right?”
 She smiled at him, then pointed in the direction he was supposed to go.
 Damn woman was a bossy little thing. Shaking his head, he took the box up to the room the couple had decided would be used for storage until Sadie could go through everything she’d brought over. He set it down but stalled on his way back down to the main level. He needed to get out of there and back to port.
 If he went down there again, Sadie would task him with something else. Which would delay his departure greatly, and Bracken had given strict orders on who needed to be on the destroyer when they had anything brought on board.
 When Sadie moved into another room Draven slipped down the stairs and sidled up next to Bracken. “Colonel, I have to leave. I’ll be cutting it close in getting back to the port as is.”
 “Go, I’ll handle my wife,” Bracken told him.
 “Yeah, good luck with that.” Grinning, he headed for the front door. Once he was outside he checked his time piece and walked down the path to the front street and cursed. He would be cutting it way too close.
 Draven had dug out his communications piece and was about to put it in place in his ear, when a blur came around the bend and slammed into him. He dropped the piece and caught the tiny frame. The sound of his name in her breathy tone had him tightening his hold on her arms. “By the stars, Cecilia.” He’d have said more but the panicked look in her eyes stalled him out.
 “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, automatically pulling her in closer to his body.

   

  Adult Excerpt: 
Her mouth went dry when he bared himself to her. She couldn’t speak when he asked her if he passed muster. She just looked up at him and nodded dumbly. “Yes.” She licked her suddenly dry lips and let out a breathy sound. He was glorious. His body was dark all over. He was built with thick ropes of muscles, and his cock, holy mother of life it was impressive. It was thick and long and pointed seemingly straight up and toward her. “Are you sure that this will work?” He looked bigger than he had felt against her the last night that they went to sleep together. It was intimidating.
 “Cecilia, little one, of course it will work. Remember that we are made for one another. You can touch, you know,” he said quietly. Reaching out for a hand, he brought it up to his chest and pressed it flat so her palm rested fully on his skin. “Touch and learn me. It will help to alleviate some of your concerns. The rest you will need to trust me on.”
 She allowed her hand to move over the broad expanse of his chest. She was chewing her lower lip as she touched him. Her nails lightly scraped over his chest and she smiled at the white lines that were left in their wake. It wasn’t enough to harm, just enough to tease. “You always feel so good. I know you would never hurt me and you do have my trust, Draven, completely.”
 He slid his hand up her arm, then moved it to cup her cheek. “I’m honored that you trust in me.” Draven watched her as she scratched her nails a little lower. He sucked his stomach in when she dipped even lower.
 She was looking down, watching her hand as she moved it down. Her fingers lightly brushed over his cock and she gasped. Then, before she could stop herself, she closed her hand around his shaft and let it slide down slowly. Her fingers wouldn’t meet around his thick shaft so she put her other hand on his dick as well. She began to stroke him.
 A low growl from him had her peeking up. His eyes were narrowed on her, his features a little harsher, color riding his cheeks. Using his thumb, he tipped her face up as he leaned in. Draven caught her mouth in a kiss that was unmatched by anything prior.
 Cece allowed herself to give in to the kiss. She squeezed him gently, then began to move her hands back up his body and wrapped them around his neck. She leaned into his embrace, swaying into his touch, and moaned as she kissed him back.
 Draven’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her body tighter to his own. Then they were moving, and she had the sensation of tumbling before the softness of the bed met her back. His weight pressed her deeper into the bedding while he continued to kiss her like a man starved.
 She lifted a leg slightly so that it could brace against his hip. She shifted under him and tugged at his hair. When they parted she was panting, breathless and desperate. “I love kissing you, Draven Ackermann. Just so you know, I’m never letting you go.”
 “You’d better not, Cecilia Kauller, because I never intend to let you go, either. You are mine, now and for all of time.” He kissed her again, this time a little gentler as he stroked his hands over her torso, his thumbs brushing to the curve of her breasts.
 She shivered when his thumbs brushed over her breasts and up to caress her nipples. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she arched into the touch. Draven was pressing light kisses to her throat. Slowly he worked his way down to her upper chest before shifting his body a little lower, giving him the room he needed to nuzzle at her breasts. The flick of his tongue to her nipple had her jolting under him.
 “Do that again, please?” Cece asked as she shifted under him to take more of what he was offering. 
Draven slid his lips over her skin to her other breast. His tongue slid slowly over her tight nipple. When she gave a shiver he sucked the tight bud into his mouth to pull hard on it, drawing it in deeper. She felt the smallest scrape of his teeth to her skin before he flicked her nipple with his tip of his tongue repeatedly.
 “Oh God yes.” She put her hands to his head and held him there. “Again, please,” was all she could think to say.
 Cecilia could feel his laugh against her body as he gave in to her demands. He looked up to her and held her gaze as he scraped his teeth over her flesh slowly. Her nipple slipped from between his teeth when he lifted his head. Leaning up, he pressed a kiss to her chin, then wiggled down her body more. With soft kisses to her sternum, her belly, then her hips, she could feel her body winding tighter with the sensations he was helping to create.
 She moved her hands to his head and touched him. “That feels so good,” she moaned, enjoying his wandering mouth. “I think I could become addicted to you doing this to me.”
 “I’ll do this every single night if I have anything to say about it, a couple times during the day as well if you’re feeling adventurous, and then whenever the mood strikes.” Pushing her legs further apart, Draven got her to raise her knees so she was fully bared to him. His warm breath brushed along her damp folds as he stared at her.
 “Oh I love how that sounds. Do you think that you will be able to…” She trailed off when his breath moved across her silky wet folds. “Draven.” She moaned and shuddered. He brushed his nose to her inner thigh. “Do I think I’ll be able to what, little one?” he asked with a smile.
 “I forgot.” She whimpered, then shifted slightly.
 Draven chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the seam of her leg. He blew another breath over her pussy before leaning in to run his tongue lightly up her slit.
 “Holy mother. That feels so good. I’ve never felt anyone do that to me before.” Of course she hadn’t. She had never felt anyone except him touching her intimately before. “I think I’ve just found my new favorite thing.”
 “I’d reserve judgment a little longer,” he advised. Sliding his hands over her skin, he pulled her folds apart. Then he mouth was on her, his tongue stroking over her, his low growl vibrating against her most sensitive parts.
 “Draven” She sobbed when his tongue stroked over her clit. When he growled she felt her hips jump. “Draven, more. Please. Fuck.” She never cussed but was right now.
 His mouth latched onto her aching clitoris, and he sucked hard. All the while his fingers stroked over her pussy, one finger finally sliding into her sheath to gently stroke her in time to his sucking actions. 
“Ohhhhhh…” she said in a long and low moan of a sound. The finger inside of her pussy while his tongue worked her clitoris had her seeing stars, literally. She shuddered and shifted her hips slightly to take more of him into her body.
 The slight bite of his teeth on her sensitive nub sent a shiver through her. But then her mind became focused on the fuller feeling of her pussy when he added another finger. His free hand stroked up her belly to her breasts, where he began to pluck at first one nipple, then the other.
 She covered his hand with hers and squeezed her nipple tightly with his hands. “I love the way that feels.” She shifted to accommodate more of his body between her legs and to give him room to play more with her as he wanted to.
 Draven slid his hand free from under hers. “Play with your nipples,” he ordered in a husky tone. He moved his hand down to hold her folds open and proceeded to flick the tip of his tongue to her clit rapidly while thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.
 She moved her hand from his head and placed both of them on her nipples. She began to tug and pull at them. She twisted them and gasped just as his fingers thrust deeply into her pussy.
 “That’s it, Cecilia,” he praised. Curling his fingers inside of her, he seemed to find some spot that had her toes digging frantically into the bedding. Then he put his mouth back over her clit to suck at the throbbing nub, adding in a little bite now and again.
 Cece arched up against him and sobbed. She braced her feet on the bedding and lifted her pussy up closer to him. She loved the way this felt, the fabulous feeling of his hands on her body and his mouth on her pussy.
 Draven cupped her ass when she lifted up, a digit moving to rub the tight bud between her buttocks. He pressed firmly while sucking harder at her clit and curling his fingers up inside of her.
 With his fingers in her pussy and the one touching her anus she saw stars. It took her breath away, the sensations making her gasp. She then screamed and lifted her body up, taking his fingers deeper. The one near her anus slipped inside and she came, hard.
 The next thing she knew Draven was stroking her leg gently, pressing kisses to her face, and her arms were wrapped around his neck. “Shh, I have you, little one. Slow your breathing down for me, Cecilia,” he said gently as he continued to soothe her.
 Doing as he instructed, she nodded and sighed. “That was amazing. I never dreamed that an orgasm would be so good.”
 “That was only the first part of it all,” he told her. “There is so much more that is to come your way.” Slipping an arm around her, he squeezed her close while pressing a kiss to her lips. “The real question is, are you ready for more, Cecilia?” She took a deep breath and licked her lips after his kiss. “I want more. I want everything.”
 He gave her another leisurely kiss, curling his tongue around hers and teasing her gently. He settled his body over hers and she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy and over her clit. His one hand didn’t stop moving but continued to stroke her leg, over her hip, and up her ribs before going back down her side.
 “So good.” She lifted again and moaned. “I love the feel of you touching me.” The head of his cock rubbing against her slit had her whimpering and clutching at him.
 “Easy, little one.” He cupped her face in a hand, his thumb brushing over her skin while he stared down into her eyes. “You need to relax for me and take slow, deep breaths.” His cock pressed to her opening. Moving his hand, he touched her pussy, spreading her lips as he pushed his cock to start filling her slowly.
 He filled her to capacity, and beyond. She had to stop him once and shift slightly but then he pushed into her more. “Draven.” She whispered his name. This was making love. This wasn’t about the domination and submission, but this was their first time making love.
 “Breathe, Cecilia,” he said in a deeper, rougher tone. “You need to remember to breathe.” His hands guided her legs up and around his hips until she could hook her ankles together over his ass. Very slowly he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her pussy, then pressed back in just as slowly.
 She breathed, recalling that he had said she could control her body with her breathing, with focusing. She tried to do just that. She forced herself to breathe in and out and to watch him as he made love with her. “I’m so glad I waited for you,” she confessed, reaching up to put her hand on his cheek and pull him closer. Catching her lips in a kiss, he cupped her head between his hands. He was still moving his hips, thrusting his cock in and sliding out of her body slowly. As they kissed he began to pick up his pace a little at a time.
 She moved with him, her body naturally finding its rhythm with him and causing her to brush against his chest with her breasts from time to time. Each time her rock hard nipples brushed against his muscular chest she gasped aloud, the pleasure moving between nipples and clit and back again.
 “You are so beautiful,” he said, his gaze roaming over her face. “So open, so giving, and all mine. Forever, Cecilia. Nothing else will be nearly enough for me.” Putting his hands on the bed, he pressed up a little and began to thrust faster and harder into her eager body.
 “Good.” She moved along with him, her body naturally finding that right rhythm with him, her legs around his hips. She dug her heels into his ass, pulling him tighter to her body as she did so.
 “Touch your clit, Cecilia.” Rolling his hips slightly gave her a new sensation. “Rub that tight little nub for me.” Draven was adjusting himself over her, each movement changing how his cock slid into her.
 Reaching between them, she touched her fingertips to her clit and began to rub, sobbing his name as the feelings that were coming from him pumping in and out of her body had her flying higher and higher.
 “Please, Sir.” She shivered, the force of her pleasure doubling at those two small words.
 The look on his face when she said those words nearly had her coming apart. But something held her back. Leaning in, Draven pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “Come for me, Cecilia,” he said in a demanding tone.
 It was his demand far more than anything that had her screaming as she climaxed. She came hard, her body shaking, and felt her nails biting into Draven’s back. She whimpered and needed him to come with her.
 A few more hard thrusts and she felt it. The shudder rippled through his body before his cock pulsated in her sheath. Draven collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her tight as his seed filled her.
 She felt each pulse of his seed into her waiting womb and closed her eyes. “Gracious,” she whispered softly, then yawned. “Will you hold me, please? Just keep me close?”
 “You don’t even have to ask.” Pressing his lips to her cheek, he rolled them so she was lying on top. Then he covered her up, tucking the blankets around her gently before once more wrapping her in his arms. “Sleep for a little while, Cecilia. Then we need to get up for the official welcome back meal.” 
“Okay.” She rubbed her cheek to his chest and drifted off into sleep.

 

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Thank you so much for hosting me today! Do you ever wonder if there is other life out there in the Universe? Do you ever fantasize what that life may be like? What they might look like or the planets they might live on? How similar or different they might be from us?

The fourth book in my Coalition Mates series, Surrender, is all about confronting your past and your fears. You’d think that being abducted by aliens would scare any woman, but Sally is prepared to deal with that….it’s when one very sexy alien asks her to give something that she’s vowed never to give again that things get interesting!

 

Surrender: Coalition 

Mates 4

By Sarah Marsh

Sally Owens was content to spend her life hiding in plain sight, as long as no one got too close or tried to wrestle the reigns away from her that is…

When she goes out for a night on the town to troll for the new Mr. Right Now, getting kidnapped and shipped out into space was NOT what she had in mind. But above all else Sally is a survivor and she soon comes up with a plan to thrive in this new world.

Arkenon Quinn, Courtesan Guild Master on the planet of Sirus, is informed that one of the new human refugees wants to join the Courtesan Guild and he was of course curious. However, when he meets the audacious and beautiful Sally he finds himself signing up to be the one to mentor her against his better judgement. What he could never have anticipated was how quickly this fascinating creature would steal his heart and force him to do something he’s never had to do before- chase a female.

Will Sally’s painful past keep her from finding a future with the man who’s like no other she’s ever met? Or will she have the strength to place her body and soul in Arkenon’s extremely capable hands?

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Story Excerpt:

Sally made her way down the hall to the great room and quickly noticed that she seemed to be the last one to join. Most were speaking quietly in small groups, and a few were talking with the alien women that had rejoined them. The hyper little woman with the pink hair from earlier, however, seemed to be waiting for Sally to emerge because as soon as she spotted her, she jumped up and rushed toward her in an excited waggle that reminded Sally of a crazed squirrel looking for a place to stash her nuts.

“Hi, Sally!” the vibrating dynamo squeaked out. “So did you figure out what you’re going to do? I’m going to study marine biology! I’m so excited I could almost burst. I’ve always wanted to go to university but could never afford it back home. Isn’t this just the greatest thing that could ever happen?”

It was all Sally could do to not laugh outright at how excited the odd little woman was. Devyn was literally out of breath and panting when she finally stopped talking. The little dynamo obviously should be medicated or something to bring down the ‘perk’, but what she’d said did make Sally think about what was happening. Was this the greatest thing that could’ve happened? Obviously not. But was it the worst thing that could’ve happened to her? Sally had to take a hard look at her life as a whole. She wasn’t really leaving anything behind on Earth, no job, no family, no pet even. The only real friend that she had was Evie and she would be here with her, so there was nothing to do but adapt to her new situation as best she could. That was one thing life had taught her, you adapt or you get left behind.

“Yeah, that sounds great, Devyn. I’ve applied to enter the courtesan guild here on Sirus, so I hope it works out,” she answered, sounding much less enthusiastic than her neighbor.

“Oh.” Devyn’s eyes grew impossibly larger at that information. “That sounds exciting. I heard that the Sirotians have some sort of mind-control abilities. Guess that’s why they’re supposed to be the best at seducing people, huh? I wonder if they can teach you that?”

That was news to Sally. But she had to assume in this situation that she was no longer the smartest person in the room when it came to learning about all these alien species. Good thing they were teaching classes! But one of Sally’s hard, fast rules in life was, even if you don’t know exactly what’s going on, fake it till you make it. Uncertainty was a show of weakness that Sally had learned from a young age that she couldn’t indulge in. Predators always went for the weak or confused in the herd, and Sally wouldn’t ever be prey again.

“Well, Devyn, in my experience, as long as a man has a penis, he’s generally not that hard to seduce,” she answered with a liberal amount of sarcasm loud enough that a few of the other groups of women were chuckling when they heard her comment.

“Ladies! Please take a seat, and we will begin with your cultural and etiquette lessons. Now, there is a large amount of information to absorb, so you will be taking these classes daily for the time that you are with us, along with the curriculum for whichever career path you have chosen,” Lady Samal said as she casually went to the front of the room. It was obvious from her demeanor and grace that she had a lot of experience with speaking in front of groups.

As the rest of the women found comfortable seats on the low couches, Sally saw Caric come back into the room and speak in a low tone to the older woman. Sally couldn’t hear what was said, but clearly, whatever it was surprised Lady Samal from the look on her face. Then, when both women immediately turned to look speculatively right at her, Sally assumed Caric had just informed Lady Samal about her career choice. She couldn’t understand why it was such a big deal, but if Lady Samal was involved in the guild of her choice, she had better turn the charm on right now instead of waiting for her interview. Better safe than sorry, right?

Sally immediately put on her game face, ready to dazzle and distract with charm and charisma. Never frown. Never let them see what you’re really thinking or feeling. After all, when you put on a show, people rarely look deeper than the façade that you easily offer up. Sally could only hope that it wasn’t only human nature that adhered to the “out of sight, out of mind” adage. So with her empty bucket filled with bravado and bullshit, Sally smiled brightly, volunteered to help with any demonstrations, and absorbed as much information as she possibly could for the rest of the afternoon. As the women walked back to their rooms after their dinner meal, Sal’s face actually hurt from smiling so much. She couldn’t wait to get into her room and close the door so she could actually breathe. It was exhausting being someone else all the time. For a fleeting moment, Sally couldn’t help but wonder if this new world might be an opportunity to try to be herself for a change, but almost before the thought was done, it was replaced by all of the cruelty and disappointment that had littered her childhood. No, she couldn’t take that risk again.

Adult Excerpt:

“Are you cold, love?” he said in a low whisper as he ran the back of his fingers lightly up her arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

Sally had learned in one of her classes that Sirotians had a type of pheromone control that was frequently used in their seductions. Initially she’d disregarded the possible effects, thinking that she had superior self-control and it wouldn’t affect her, but as Arkenon’s warm, spicy scent became stronger and stronger, all she wanted to do was roll around in it…and on him. So much for her super self-control. Her policy of lying to everyone, including herself, was once again coming back to bite her in the ass.

“Hmm, yeah…cold. I am a little cold now that you mention it,” she answered, unable to stop the shiver that rolled down her body and settled firmly in her now-very-wet pussy.

“You can lie to us both, little one, but I can smell your desire,” he answered with a throaty low laugh. “If I were to run my hand up your thigh right now under this beautiful dress, I know I would find your pretty little pussy dripping with honey just for me.”

Sally’s legs almost buckled as she imagined him doing just that and then pushing her up against the elevator wall and fucking her hard and fast. She knew that when the doors opened and Benic stood there taking in the scene before him that she hadn’t come anywhere close to masking the look of desire on her face. Damn it! She needed to come so badly Sally was starting to shake with the lust that was overtaking her. She assumed that this overwhelming feeling could only mean that Arkenon was cheating and using his Sirotian pheromone mumbo jumbo on her, freaking cheater. But as she turned her head and saw his heavy-lidded look and felt his massive erection straining against her thigh, she thought that perhaps he was turned on enough that he’d forget their terms and just fuck her already. Might as well try, right? After all, he was still a man, and most of the men she had experience with would cut just about any corner when it came to getting a little action. Now it was time to see if she could give his self-control the little shove it needed.

“Why don’t you see for yourself then, sir?” Sally asked in a low, raspy tone as she widened her stance, inviting him to do just that.

She tried not to look away from Arkenon’s face as he slowly backed her out of the elevator and up against a wall in the foyer, but out of the corner of her eye, she could see Benic raise an eyebrow at her taunt, then smile and shake his head as he came closer to them.

* * * *

Arkenon wasn’t surprised that Sally was trying to tempt him into losing control of the situation. It was a tactical move that he’d assumed she’d mastered throughout her previous relationship history with submissive males. But he couldn’t say that he didn’t have a stronger reaction than he’d expected, making him want to dominate her even more. He had a plan, however, and he was sticking to it, and it started with Sally not keeping any secrets from him.

He pushed her back against the wall and slowly pushed her arms up above her head as he held her wrists in one of his hands, which he could see made her pulse jump.

“Benic, please see that Sally’s arms stay right where they are,” Ark said as the younger man stepped up to place his hand on Sally’s wrists.

Then he took a half step back and smiled as he saw a conflicted set of emotions run over Sally’s face. Her breathing was even more erratic, and she struggled with herself to relax and let Benic bind her. Ark could tell that she’d never let anyone restrict her movement before during foreplay or sex. Her reaction was genuine, and the dominant male in him reveled in the battle she was going through. When eventually he saw her mild panic move from confusion into lust, he was satisfied to continue, and he stepped back up to her, running his hands lightly along the sides of her breasts as he gently kissed her neck.

Sally was so distracted by his mouth that she gasped when his fingers quickly released the back of her dress and the green silk went sliding down her body. He continued to let his fingertips slowly drag up and down the sides of her chest until she was writhing in Benic’s grip.

“Please! Please touch me,” Sally said in a low whisper full of desperation that she hated to admit.

“Touch you where, Sally?” Ark asked her as he still used his fingertips to skim over first her breasts, then down her belly, and along the tops of her thighs.

“You said you wanted to touch my pussy. That’s where I need you,” she said in a whisper that had Benic, who was now standing beside her, groaning softly.

Ark could only frown and shake his head at the younger man, who’d fallen exactly into the obvious trap Sally had set. He had no doubt that if it were just the two of them here that Benic would be enthusiastically pumping balls deep between her thighs right now, giving her anything she wanted. He’d have to get Galen to work on Benic’s self-control a little more firmly. Sally’s eyes were closed, she was biting her lip in frustration, and it was a beautiful thing to behold. Ark slowly trailed his finger down her stomach, and when he got to her pussy, he had to stifle a groan himself when he found her folds soaking wet and swollen. Slipping one finger gently through the  slickness, he gave her one light pass, circling her plump clit, and then moved back to leave his hand resting on her mound, which had her squirming in Benic’s grip again.

“Arkenon, please!” she whimpered, trying to arch up into his hand.

“What happened at the end of our meal tonight that upset you, Sally?” Ark asked her as he lightly teased the pad of his finger along her drenched pussy.

When Sally stilled for a moment and frowned, he could tell she was trying to clear her head to figure out what he’d just asked her. When her face evened out again and she bit her lower lip and looked down at him, he knew what she was going to say.

“It was nothing. I’m fine. I just need you to touch me,” Sally answered, rubbing herself against him as much as she could.

“One more chance, love, will you trust me enough to tell me what changed your mood?” he pushed.

He saw the lust slowly back down in her eyes, and the determination and anger rose as she looked back at him.

“I said that I’m fine. I don’t need you to fix me, Guild Master. I only need you to fuck me. Isn’t that what you do?” she snapped back at him.

Arkenon gave her a sad look, which only seemed to fuel her anger further as she looked back at him and raised an eyebrow, daring him to ask her again.

“Wrong answer, love,” Ark sighed as he leaned back and rose to his feet. “Only trust gets rewarded here. Lies will leave you wanting.”

  

Author Bio:

Thanks so much for hosting my latest release, Surrender. My name is Sarah Marsh and I am a science fiction erotica writer. I’ve only been writing since last year, so I’m still fairly new to the exciting world of publishing. I love reading all sorts of different genres, but when I fell into my first paranormal series in high school (Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles) I was hooked on the supernatural and my love of science fiction grew from that same place. I’ve always been fascinated by ancient history and folklore, I find it an endless fount of creative possibilities.

I live in British Columbia, and when I’m not writing I have a ton of different hobbies that take the creative edge off. I love to knit, and to paint. I’m still working full time in an office, but I used to be a pastry chef so I do spend a lot of time cooking or baking. I love creating new recipes, making chocolates is my favorite around the holidays.

I write what I love to read! So the Coalition Mates series is a fun science fiction adventure, with a little humor and a lot of heat, I hope that you enjoy them!

Thanks so much for having me!

Sarah Marsh